I crave the flesh of a young virgin, who’s eyes are as fine as diamonds, who’s waist is as polished as an opal, who’s bosom behold a shape of that of a melon and who’s face blooms with the gentle embrace of a lotus, with glasses that peer into your soul.
Oh speak to my soul, where shall I feel the ecstasy of true love, unveil the happiness I seek, for the feel of bosoms in my face I desire so. For I have never experienced the love of a mother, who were to cradle me in her arms as I suckled of her fine plump nipples, who never loved me as a child of her own, but as one who set burden upon her, as one that was a responsibility she must take on. I cry from day to night, alone, I stare at my screen wondering why I live this life, why I watch. Day by day, time goes by, I still stare at the screen with tears in my eyes. When was the last time I spoke to another face to face I cry. Alone, alone, I dream of that day, that one day I will meet her and tears will no longer fill my eye, but joy will meet me instead of the death I plead for. For I am so lonely and shall never be more. I stare at this screen and wonder why, why I live this useless life with tears in my eye.